How do you feel? That is the questionBut I forget you don't expect an easy answerWhen something like a soul becomes initializedAnd folded up like paper dolls and little notesYou can't expect a bit of folksSo while you're outside looking inDescribing what you seeRemember what you're staring at is me'Cause I'm looking at you through the glassDon't know how much time has passedAll I know is that it feels like foreverBut no one ever tells you that forever feels like homeSitting all alone inside your head